As you get older thoughts turn towards what we leave behind when we die. I'm not just referring to money but more the value our lives have had, in short we want to be remembered. But, irrespective of how hard we try, we still leave traces (footprints) as if we'd never bothered making an effort. Those signs are often small but nevertheless memorable. We shouldn't worry as our loved ones will pass on memories.
My mother was conscripted during WWII to make parts for Lancaster bombers. My father was taken off the beaches at Dunkirk in the same conflict. Just two examples of what I'm talking about.
Of course some footprints are more tangible like the skeleton of Richard of York beneath a car park in Leicester and the latest discovery beneath London.
Skeletons unearthed in London Crossrail excavations are Black Death victims from the great pandemic of the 14th Century, forensic tests indicate.
Their teeth contain DNA from the plague bacterium Yersinia pestis and their graves have been dated to 1348-50.
Records say thousands of Londoners perished and their corpses were dumped in a mass grave outside the City, but its exact location was a mystery.
Archaeologists now believe it is under Charterhouse Square near the Barbican.
Part of the dating process was down to some pottery found near the bodies from the same period. So everyday objects, someone's favourite bowl perhaps has led to the discovery of long lost bodies which will be re-buried with due respect.
Then there is the very significant story of the music that is happening in Afghanistan including a 19 year old female rapper called Ramika. Under the Taliban music and self-expression was banned but now there is an active music course in Kabul.
Ramika KhabiriIn Afghanistan, young rappers gathered in Kabul earlier this month to compete to create a rap anthem for April's presidential elections.